More than acquiring a new talent, what delighted Haruto was finally discovering a quick method to identify targets with talents.
No need for full intercourse—mere kissing could trigger his ability.
His initial awakening through forced sex had trapped him in a cognitive blind spot.
Among various bodily fluid exchanges, kissing proved infinitely more convenient than full sex.
While complete replication of the talent required sex and fluid exchange, preliminary screening through simpler exchanges could save time.
If a target lacked talents, no further effort need be wasted.
The "cuckold template" did make winning girls' affection easier.
Put differently—initial favorability probably started at eighty points, otherwise they wouldn't confess proactively.
But for sex? Ninety points minimum, if not a full hundred.
To raise those last ten points would take at least a week.
During this time, Haruto couldn't afford to mess around with other girls.
If he succeeded in the conquest only to find the other party had no talent, it would mean wasting a week or even longer for nothing.
Even someone like Yukina from the trio of h-anime heroines wouldn't have actively pursued Haruto unless it was to boost their strength.
This was also the second reason why Haruto hadn't acquired any new talents since awakening his ability.
Every spare moment was spent being dragged around by Reina and the others to improve their strength—how could he find time to invest in uncertain endeavors?
Though this disguise seemed rather useless, considering how Yuki had helped him understand the correct way to use his ability, Haruto generously decided to let bygones be bygones.
If Yuki hadn't possessed any talent, Qingqiu truly wouldn't have known when he'd have escaped his misconceptions.
Haruto was in high spirits, and Yuki wasn't doing too badly either.
Her first experience hadn't been particularly pleasant, but it was passable.
At the very least, she'd reached the climax.
And as a blessing in disguise, she'd managed to get up close and personal with the one she loved.
"Yuki, why don't you join us from now on?" Ruri teased, playing with Yuki's delicate breasts. "Not only will you feel good, but emotional fulfillment too."
Yuki looked at her in confusion, not quite grasping the meaning.
"Ruri means joining us for sex. That way, you can play with us and then get filled up by Haruto—two birds with one stone."
With Reina's clarification, Yuki finally understood.
She recalled the earlier foursome.
While Haruto was engaged with one of them, the other two weren't idle—whispering intimately, tongues entwined, long limbs and beautiful legs rubbing against each other, even licking each other's vaginas…
Little Yuki, her lips already swollen, began drooling again.
Though her heart had long been swayed, she still pretended to be reluctant. "I... I don't want to be separated from you guys, Big Sis..."
"Hehe, if you agree, you won't have to be."
Yuki instinctively glanced at Haruto. Seeing he wasn't paying attention, she nodded quickly.
In truth, Haruto had seen right through her act—he just couldn't be bothered to call her out.
Unlike hentai heroines, her skin was still thin. What was there to be embarrassed about?
It was just being pinned down and pounded by a man who'd beaten her up not long ago, and continuing to be pounded from now on.
It was just having cross-dressed as a guy, claiming to only like girls, yet from now on, only being at Haruto's mercy…
The more he thought about it, the happier Haruto became.
Little Haruto nodded up and down excitedly in agreement.
So, right in front of Yuki, he went for another round with the three of the girls.
Little Yuki watched with envy, drooling, but still too injured to join the fray—she could only watch, not participate.
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After cleaning up the sticky cum filled sofa, Haruto opened the window to air out the room.
Gazing at the fiery sunset, he realized evening had already arrived without him noticing.
"Reina, what are you guys planning to do later?"
Haruto glanced back at the four beauties who had just finished dressing. "Just so you know, I can't let you stay overnight. My family will be back soon."
"Aw~"
Ruri, always the troublemaker, only grew more determined to stay the more Haruto resisted.
"Letting us stay the night isn't a big deal. Just say we're here for a study group."
"A study group? Are you serious?"
Haruto's face darkened. Among the group, Ruri had the worst grades, often teetering on the edge of passing.
"And... did any of you bring your books?"
Ruri was momentarily speechless. Forget books—she didn't even have her backpack.
The group's sole purpose today was to have sex and incidentally drag Yuki into their antics.
The goal had been perfectly achieved, but being kicked out right afterward left a sour taste in their mouths.
Kicking them out immediately after was indeed a bit scummy…
But compared to being caught hosting a sex party by the Takamine sisters, being a little scummy was the lesser evil.
The current difficulty level of pursuing the Takamine sisters was only one star, and Haruto had no intention of making things harder for himself.
If not for the fear of life-threatening consequences from the "cuckold protagonist" trope, he would've already succeeded, leaving no room for Yukina and the others.
"Alright, Ruri, stop fussing. Didn't we already agree to go to Yukina's place tonight?"
Reina shot her a look, and Ruri finally settled down.
Haruto pretended not to notice. He had long sensed the little secrets between the three of them, but since they weren't willing to share, he couldn't be bothered to ask.
Not long after the four left, the front door opened again.
A stunningly beautiful girl with long pink hair, a slender waist, long legs, and ample curves walked in.
"I'm home."
"Welcome back, Ayame-nee."
Haruto reached out to take the sports bag from Takamine Ayame's shoulder and asked, "Has Sayuri-nee not come back yet?"
"Sayuri? She went to the supermarket to buy ingredients for dinner."
"I see. How was swim team practice today, Ayame-nee?"
"Not bad. Hmm… my shoulders are so sore. Haruto, give me a massage."
Ayame took off her jacket and sprawled on the sofa. "Why does this couch smell a bit weird?"
Haruto's lips twitched. Some things had already seeped in, and there was no way to clean it completely.
The more he said, the more mistakes he'd make, so he simply pretended not to hear. Putting down the bag, he obediently straddled Ayame's back and began massaging firmly.
As he worked, Haruto's thoughts wandered.
His original self's parents had always worked overseas, earning a comfortable income.
Since the third grade, he had been living with the Takamine family—or more accurately, fostered by them.
Compared to parents he had no memory of, the Takamine family was his true family.
Takamine Kasumi, the head of the Takamine household, was a widow.
Nearly forty, yet her face showed no signs of aging, while her figure had only grown more alluring and voluptuous.
Takamine Ayame and Takamine Sayuri were Kasumi's biological daughters.
A year apart in age, Ayame was the elder sister, and Sayuri the younger.
Sayuri was three months older than Haruto, which earned him the position of "little brother" in the family.
Haruto faintly recalled that there had been another boy who wanted to be fostered by the Takamine family. Kasumi had initially been hesitant, thinking of taking them both in…
But Haruto's parents' offer was simply too generous, so in the end, only Haruto stayed.